The Ancient British Drama ...Walter Scott W. Miller, 1810 |
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الصفحة 11
... tell me thys ; are you perfyt in drynkynge ? Ped . Perfyt in drynkynge , as may be wysht by thynkynge . Pot . Then , after your drynkynge , how fall ye to wynking ? Ped . Syr , after drynkynge , whyle the shot 105 is tynkynge , Some ...
... tell me thys ; are you perfyt in drynkynge ? Ped . Perfyt in drynkynge , as may be wysht by thynkynge . Pot . Then , after your drynkynge , how fall ye to wynking ? Ped . Syr , after drynkynge , whyle the shot 105 is tynkynge , Some ...
الصفحة 18
... tell , What tyme thou coudest have come so well . For , as on 183 thys daye Lucyfer fell , Whiche is our festyvall in hell , Nothynge unreasonable craved thys day , That shall in hell have any nay . But yet be ware thou come nat in ...
... tell , What tyme thou coudest have come so well . For , as on 183 thys daye Lucyfer fell , Whiche is our festyvall in hell , Nothynge unreasonable craved thys day , That shall in hell have any nay . But yet be ware thou come nat in ...
الصفحة 19
... tell : O plesant pycture ! O prince of hell ! Feutred 194 in fashyon abominable , And syns that it is inestimable For me to prayse the worthyly , I leve of prayse , as unworthy To geve the prayse , besechynge the To heare my sewte , and ...
... tell : O plesant pycture ! O prince of hell ! Feutred 194 in fashyon abominable , And syns that it is inestimable For me to prayse the worthyly , I leve of prayse , as unworthy To geve the prayse , besechynge the To heare my sewte , and ...
الصفحة 54
... tell thee , fellow , I never opened my mouth in this kind so cheape before in my life . I tell thee , few young gentlemen are found , that would deale so kindely with thee as I doe . Ster . Well , sir , because I know my sonne to be a ...
... tell thee , fellow , I never opened my mouth in this kind so cheape before in my life . I tell thee , few young gentlemen are found , that would deale so kindely with thee as I doe . Ster . Well , sir , because I know my sonne to be a ...
الصفحة 56
... tell how to rid my selfe better of the troublesome burre , then by getting him into the discourse of hunting , and then tormenting him awhile with our wordes of arte , the poore scorpion became speechlesse , and suddenly ravished ...
... tell how to rid my selfe better of the troublesome burre , then by getting him into the discourse of hunting , and then tormenting him awhile with our wordes of arte , the poore scorpion became speechlesse , and suddenly ravished ...
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Abig Alex Amor Apel Aristippus Barabas Ben Jonson Bonam brest Campaspe cham Chat court Crom crowns Damon death Diccon Dionisius Dond doth Dr Rat Duke Enter Eubulus Euphues Exeunt Exit faith farewell father fear Ferrex Friar Gammer Gaveston gentlemen Gorboduc grace Grimme Grut hand hart hath hear heart heaven Hodge honour Itha Ithamore Jacke Jew of Malta king knave lady Leucoth live lord lord Cobham Lucy madam Manes master master constable Morel Mortimer neele never night noble PALLATINE pardon Pert Phil Philocles Pithias Poly POLYMETES Porrex pray prince Psyl Queen Shal shew Sir John sir John Oldcastle Sir Rad sonne soul speak stay Steph sweet tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou shalt Thwack Timoclea unto wold word wyll
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 279 - Christians, dogs, and Turkish infidels. But now begins the extremity of heat To pinch me with intolerable pangs. Die life, fly soul, tongue curse thy fill, and die.
الصفحة 252 - Machiavel is dead, Yet was his soul but flown beyond the Alps, And, now the Guise is dead, is come from France To view this land and frolic with his friends. To some perhaps my name is odious, But such as love me guard me from their tongues, And let them know that I am Machiavel, And weigh not men, and therefore not men's words. Admired I am of those that hate me most. Though some speak openly against my books, Yet will they read me and thereby attain To Peter's chair, and, when they cast me off,...
الصفحة 141 - Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute...
الصفحة 185 - I might, but heavens and earth conspire To make me miserable! Here receive my crown; Receive it? No, these innocent hands of mine Shall not be guilty of so foul a crime.
الصفحة 556 - tis the soul of peace ; Of all the virtues 'tis nearest kin to heaven ; It makes men look like gods. The best of men That e'er wore earth about him was a sufferer, A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit, The first true gentleman that ever breath'd.
الصفحة 165 - So much as he on cursed Gaveston: But that will more exasperate his wrath: I must entreat him, I must speak him fair, And be a means to call home Gaveston: And yet he'll ever doat on Gaveston; And so am I for ever miserable.
الصفحة 189 - To murder you, my most gracious lord ! Far is it from my heart to do you harm. The queen sent me to see how you were...
الصفحة 168 - Tis not a black coat and a little band, A velvet caped cloak, faced before with serge, And smelling to a nosegay all the day, Or holding of a napkin in your hand, Or saying a long grace at a table's end, Or making low legs to a nobleman, Or looking downward with your eyelids close, And saying, " Truly, an't may please your honour...
الصفحة 259 - Thus, like the sad presaging raven, that tolls The sick man's passport in her hollow beak, And in the shadow of the silent night Doth shake contagion from her sable wings; Vexed and tormented runs poor Barabas With fatal curses towards these 'Christians.
الصفحة 190 - I see my tragedy written in thy brows. Yet stay ; awhile forbear thy bloody hand, And let me see the stroke before it comes, That even then when I shall lose my life, My mind may be more steadfast on my God.